Chapter 1777: Uncle seized power!

The first seven hundred and seventy-seven chapters, the uncle seized power!
In the past few days, Lin Huayin stayed in Baicheng, and his work has not been delayed. Therefore, there is no rush to return to Yanjing. The last time I came to Baicheng, I also turned around in a hurry, but I was too rushed to understand the customs of Baicheng. So the next morning, Xiao Zheng and his wife, the old monk, used the breakfast and drove out.
Lin Huayin does not object or support Ye Fenghuang and the old monk. Xiao Zheng is not qualified to comment. Success or failure, good or bad, depends on their own decisions.
Watching Xiao Zheng drive away, Bai Wuyi took back his sight and landed on Ye Feng’s face:
Leaves, you have worked hard these days.


What can be hard work?
Ye Yuhua smiled with a gentle smile.
It’s delicious to entertain me. Nothing to do. It’s much more comfortable than at school.

The white innocent chuckled, and looked at a cigarette with a calm voice. The sound line was gentle: "Azhen is a good child, there is no fear. For a long time, I am afraid he will suffer a big loss."
"Young people are a temper." Ye Yuhua smiled and said. "Don't you be afraid of the same day?"
"So I didn't even have a chance to play with him. I was dragged out of the four-nine cities by the gang-child party." Bai Wuluan said. "I don't want to say the leaves, I said, I was shouting who refused to accept the slogan of Baicheng to find me. The main thing is to be embarrassed."
"I want to have a skill, it is time to open a room at Wangfujing Hotel, waiting for them to come to me. Why will the turtles retreat back to Baicheng?" Bai Wuyi said without any disguise.
Ye Yuhua smiled and said: "You are your business. Ah Zheng has never been."
She turned and walked slowly to the elevator.
The white innocent also annihilated the cigarette that only took two cigarettes, and helped press the button.
"I was present at the memorial service yesterday. On the one hand, he is going to help you with this bad smell. Secondly, I want to force the Zhao family. Unfortunately, Zhao Gao really resisted..." Ye Yuhua said slowly.
Bai Wuyi nodded gently, said: "I did not expect Zhao Gao to be older, the temper is the smaller. When he was young, he was afraid that he would die with Ah Zheng."
"Death?" Ye Yuhuan stunned slightly, understatement. "Even if Zhao Qiuhan is also shooting, can you still lose to the Zhao family?"
White no smile, a deep meaning: "Leaves, you are not a peerless master. You are too tempered."
Ye Yuhua squinted at the old monk: "A normal often praises me and kindness, how is your temper in your eyes?"
The old monk smiled and didn't say anything.
"But there is nothing wrong with you." Ye Yuhua sighed and licked his lips. "A Zheng is too fearless."
"Yeah." White is innocent and meaningful. "He doesn't know at all what the future generations of Zhao family mean."
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White House Hall.
The living room has already been moved away, and the living room where the props are also empty is very wide.
Bai Wushuang’s negative arm stood in the middle of the living room, and looked at this white cloud villa that never really belonged to him. His heart was filled with endless satisfaction.
This day, he has been waiting too long.
From the time he was ten years old, he knew the future head of the White House, and he only had one person.
Father is fascinated by the laboratory.
The uncle is for a woman, giving up a good future.
Under such circumstances, Bai Wushuang was ready to take charge of the power of the White House from an early age.
Therefore, he is good at concealing and has an imperial city that his peers cannot match. Even in the eyes of many elders, White Musou is mature enough, and the eyes are always indifferent to age.
He does have the qualities that a good head should have.
Except for one point.
All of this is his strong behavior, only in the appearance.
So he is irritable, and when his temper comes up, it is difficult to control.
The strong self-centered appeal is far beyond the expectations of others.
In many ways, he is very good.
As long as no one is stronger than him, it is enough to provoke his peers to appear.
Including Bai Zhengqing, I believe that Bai Wushuang will be the leader of the same age.
But unfortunately, Xiao Zheng is more mature and better than him. Even in addition to the limited family background, he has no aspect better than Xiao Zheng.
Therefore, he frequently lost his mind and made Bai Zhengqing disappointed.
After the symposium, Bai Zhengqing repeatedly stressed that he should not be an enemy of Xiao Zheng. The best future is to join hands. But he doesn't listen. It’s not frequent and Xiao Zheng can’t go through and secretly engage in ghosts.
Even white innocent, after returning to Baicheng, more than once beat the white unparalleled.
In public and private, it is necessary to remind the white family of hope and future.
It is a pity that his uncle is also completely tamed by this nephew who has already been occupied by power.
Not only did it fail to make it stand on the brink, but instead, it would be a dead end!
"father."
White Musou slowly turned around and looked at Bai Ziwen, who was sitting in a chair and drinking tea.
"Look, the white house is ours." White has no double-sided dew smile, he clearly has some forbearance, some - inflated!
"No one can manipulate us anymore! From now on, we will be the only master of the White House!" White unparalleled eyes are red, and the expression of excitement is somewhat distorted.
Bai Ziwen stared at his son calmly. After a while, he put down the teacup and his voice whispered: "It’s just beginning. It’s not good enough.

Bai Wushuang stunned, and he said very calmly: "We can defeat the uncle, who will be our opponent?"
"Defeated?" Bai Ziwen slightly picked up the scorpion, and the lips sneered a sneer. "Do you think that all that we have done, he will not know if he is innocent?"
"What!?" White unparalleled face suddenly changed, looking incredibly to his father. "You mean -"
Bai Ziwen slowly stood up and raised his right hand and put it on the shoulder of the white unparalleled shoulder: "This thing we do is secret, and it is difficult to escape his eyes. He does not say, does not attack, because there is no more Good choice. Killing you? Killing me? Then? Let the white house be destroyed? How many people are reviled?"
Bai Ziwen’s scalp swallowed and vomited. He said,
Father – did you know that you couldn’t stop the uncle from the beginning?

"Yeah." Bai Ziwen nodded faintly.
"Then why are you -"
"Because you are my son!" Bai Ziwen's look changed, and the sound line suddenly increased. "It is the son of my Bai Ziwen! Bai Jiaben should belong to you!"
"He has no children under his knees. Why do you firmly grasp the white family resources? He does not have this qualification!"
Hey.
Suddenly, a crisp applause sounded outside the door. A very magnetic, unusually flattering voice slowly passed into the father and son.
"I didn't expect it. It's all in the 21st century. There are still people who have taken power." Bai Ziwen, you really surprised me."
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